Disclaimer: In an alternate universe these characters are all mine. But, because we are sadly stuck in this universe, I own nothing.

"What do you think of German for a honey moon spot?" Fiona asked Michael while the couple waited in the FBI headquarters for Booth to finish making his official report about Larry's arrest.

"Ooooo Germany. A few too many people want me dead over there. How about Venice? I don't think I've ever pissed off any Italians." Michael suggested.

"That could be nice," Fiona agreed. "Gelato, gondolas, lovely views, nice beaches. Italy sounds wonderful."

"Oh are you two planning a romantic vacation?" Madeline asked as she entered the room. She had only heard the end of the conversation and still didn't know that Michael and Fiona were getting married.

"Well I hope it's romantic. Honey moons are meant to be that way," Fiona commented without thinking.

Michael winced and braced himself for the firestorm that he knew would be coming. He thought it would be starting in five, four, three, two, one-

"You two are getting married! When was this established?!" Madeline exclaimed.

"Mike? Can you come in here for a minute?" Booth called from his office.

"Oh thank god." Michael sighed in relief as he jumped up from his seat and slipped into the office. He had long ago mastered the art of ignoring Fiona's death glare. It was quiet a feat really. Few people had the mental shielding required.

When the door closed behind him Gibbs asked, "You didn't tell your mother you got engaged?"

"Not exactly," Michael hedged awkwardly.

Gibbs nodded and walked towards the door.

Michael relaxed when it looked like he was in the clear only to feel a sharp pain in the back of his head. "Ow! What the hell?!" he exclaimed turning around. Gibbs smiled smugly at him and then walked out the door. Michael continued to rub his head in pain. He felt sorry for Tony after that. Being hit that way had to damage your mental capacity after a while.

"So everything is wrapped up now," Booth said as he kicked back in his chair. "Larry and Chechik were remove to a high level holding facility no trial, no bail. You shouldn't have to worry about them ever again."

"So is this just a congratulatory meeting?" Michael asked. "Because I have things I have to take care of."

"Wedding planning right." Booth nodded. "No this meeting is actually about Charlie. Are you going to raise him?"

Michael sighed and sat down across from Booth. "I wish I could."

"Why can't you?"

Michael looked at him like it should have been obvious. "I don't legally exist agent Booth. People who don;t legally exist can't have legal custody of children."

"I wouldn't have thought that would be much of an issue for someone like you," Booth said with a shrug.

"Maybe it wouldn't be at some point. But there's that whole school thing kids are supposed to do." Michael explained. "Maybe by the time Charlie gets old enough for a tutor, but until then I can't legally take care of him. Besides, even if I had an identity, you still have to pass an inspection, and most of what I do isn't exactly legal and that's putting it mildly."

"Well in terms of the identity thing I think I can help." Booth said. he pulled a large file out of his cabinet and dropped it in front of Michael. "Now this doesn't get you off of the black list, but it gives you access to the accounts that got frozen when you got burned, plus the paychecks you would have collected over the last seven years. It also brings everything you did before joining the CIA back into existence."

"How did you do this?" Michael managed to say. He was having trouble making his brain process what he was saying and hearing.

"Well as it turns out Secretary of the Navy plus director of the FBI trumps head of the CIA," Booth said with a grin. He had gotten the pleasure of listening to the conversation that had caused these changes and it had been extremely entertaining.

Michael was still looking over every single paper in the stack like he was worried that it was a forgery.

Booth noticed this. "You never take a good thing at face value do you?" he asked.

"When you live the way I do for long enough you learn to watch out for the strings attached," Michael explained. "Now this all seems a little to good to be true. So agent Booth, what's the string?"

Booth shifted uncomfortably. "It's not a very big one. You just need to agree to consult on FBI and CIA cases from time to time. You'd get paid and everything. It's a bit like Bones's job, only your more likely to get shot at."

Michael nodded and looked back over the paper. As catches went it really wasn't that bad. "Okay fine I'll help when I have to. But I'm bringing, Sam, Fi, and Jesse when it happens." he stood up. "Is there anything else?"

"I just have to know where Charlie is going to be staying."

"My mom will have legal custody," Michael responded as he sat back down. He had talked it over with Fiona and Madeline earlier. "The rest of us will all take turns taking care of him."

Booth smiled a bit. "Just makes sure he learns addition before he learns how to make explosives."

"I make no promises." Michael said darkly. "I will however, keep him away from guns until he's developed some motor control."

"That sounds smart," Booth agreed.

Michael smiled a bit. "Do you have kids agent Booth?"

"Yeah I have a son named Parker." Booth answered. he wasn't sure where this conversation was going but it had certainly piqued his interest.

"Does he know what you do?" Michael asked.

"Not really." Booth answered. "He knows the bare essentials but not much more. I try to keep him away from what I do as much as possible."

"Yeah well, that won't be an option for Charlie, and it won't be an option for any other kids I might have." Michael said. "My life has too many curve balls for that. So, the way I see it, if I can't keep them away from the curve balls the least I can do is make sure they know how to hit them." Michael stood up and stretched.

He was half way to the door before he remembered something and stopped. "Fi told me to tell you that you and everyone from NCIS are invited to the wedding. You can bring Doctor Brennan too if you guys aren't on your own honey moon by then." Michael joked.

His response was the sound of Booth choking on the Coffee he had just sipped.

Michael grinned. "Have a good day agent Booth. I'll see you soon."

Then he turned, and walked out the door.

A/N: The end! People were clamouring for a head slap so you got one. I think I tied up everything that needed to be tied up, and I left it so I can do a sequel if I want. I hope you all enjoyed this story. Review for me!